\n I Love That Girl<\/strong> Once called the four-headed monster in high school, only to be decapitated by the disaster of coupling up, four childhood friends have healed their wounds and found their way back to each other in college\u2014or so they thought.<\/p>\n Now, months before they enter the \u201creal\u201d world, decapitation once again is imminent by way of: a rejected proposal, a birth control fail, an almost m\u00e9nage a quartet, and a secret (and-thought-to-be-impossible) hook-up. Everything explodes over the course of a Christmas vacation in Florida, leaving the survival of these four friendships, once again, on the brink.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \nGoodreads<\/a> \/ Amazon<\/a> \/ Barnes & Noble<\/a> \/ iBooks<\/a><\/p>\n \u2014<\/p>\n EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n We locked eyes for a moment, the dim light and dark shadows between us. Her wavy sunset-blonde hair was in a messy bun, with tendrils falling around her face. I wanted to let \u00a0her hair down, scoop it up with my fingers, inhale the flowery scent of her shampoo. I didn\u2019t move a single part of me except my eyes, which traced the dotting of piercings up her left ear and then roamed across to her smallish nose that had just a blush of light freckles that matched her hair and down to her button-shaped mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d she said, her shoulder sliding out from the old sweatshirt that she cut the hood off of. I wanted to kiss her shoulder so badly, I had to put my hand over<\/p>\n my mouth and pretend to cough.<\/p>\n The blackout made the moment dreamy. I reached over and pulled her shirt up to cover her shoulder, and when my fingers made contact with her soft skin, her expression changed, softened, and relaxed. She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll get the wine.\u201d She popped up, slid her feet into her fuzzy slippers, walked over to the kitchen area, and snatched the almost full bottle. Then she said, \u201cDo you have a set of cards? We can play Bullshit. Remember how much we used to love that game?\u201d<\/p>\n I laughed and said, \u201cI think it was the only drinking game we knew in high school.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure we were the only people who actually found a way to make it a drinking game.\u201d<\/p>\n In the darkness, her hair piled up, she looked like a princess but also like an angel, and while I couldn\u2019t find those words in the moment, that\u2019s what I saw. A princess-angel with a pretty but foul mouth. The combination was exhilarating.<\/p>\n Author Bio:<\/p>\n Psychotherapist by day and writer by night, Hannah R. Goodman prefers tea over coffee, cats over dogs, and staying in over going out. Hannah is a graduate of the Solstice Program where she earned an MFA in Writing For Young People.In 2018, Black Rose Writing published her contemporary YA novel Till It Stops Beating, which was praised by reviewers for its realistic and hilarious depiction of first love, first loss, and first mental break down. Her publishing history goes back almost 20 years when she published My Sister\u2019s Wedding, which won first place in the 2004 Writer\u2019s Digest Self Published Books awards Children\u2019s\/Teen Division. The Wild Rose Press will publish her New Adult novel I Love That Girl on January 1, 2025.<\/p>\n \nWebsite<\/a> \/ Goodreads<\/a> \/ Facebook<\/a> \/ Substack<\/a> \/ Instagram<\/a> \/ X<\/a> \/ Amazon<\/a> \/ Blue Sky<\/a><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n GIVEAWAY!<\/strong>
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Published by: The Wild Rose Press
Publication date: January 1st 2025
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